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Reading has always been a popular hobby in my family. My mom used to read to me every day when I was little. In the beginning I just listened, but as I got older I would follow along and point to pictures.
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I don't remember the name of the book, but I remember how much I loved it! The very first book I could "read" was about a baby chicken on a farm that wanted to be a rooster. I had it memorized and I used to carry it around and make people listen to me "read". I was so proud!
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My mom wanted me to be able to spell my name on the first day of school. She made me sit at my breakfast table FOREVER writing my name. ELIZABETH. I was so jealous of my friends with short names.
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We played a lot of word games in my family growing up. Trivial Pursuit, Scattergories, OutBurst, etc.
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Obsessed!
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I grew tired of girly books. A teacher of mine read an excerpt from London's book and I loved it. I went to the library to get it and the librarian told me I was too young to get through the book. I checked it out anyway and read it in two days.
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I had to read Brave New World for my college prep class. I hated it with a passion, but my teacher used my quizzes as examples for the class saying that I really understood the book and read for understanding. I found it interesting that I was good and doing something that made me pretty miserable. I started thinking about studying English in college.
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The first time I planned a lesson from a novel to teach live. We group taught this book during Teaching Reading to Adolescents in my undergrad.
